Macrophobia

I've been told I try too hard.
And more often that I think too much.
The closer I get to feeling stable,
I close in on losing touch.
They say not too look for love,
So I'll just send it my address.
Live while I've got the time,
While fate just does the rest.
Maybe someday it'll show,
til then it's just slow and steady.
I'm not looking for love to let me know.
It's got my number when I'm ready.
So you can take this as you will,
Cuz I got no time to wait around.
For what's caught up to me,
Trying to make me lose my ground.
I can say I've made mistakes,
Finding trust in hopeless feelings,
Getting colder by the day,
Breaking down instead of healing. (x3)
Maybe someday it'll show,
til then it's just slow and steady.
I'm not looking for love to let me know.
It's got my number when I'm ready.
Maybe someday it'll show,
til then it's just slow and steady.
I'm not looking for love to let me know.
It's got my number when I'm ready.